Of course, the world is not blind.

Even if a small teenager fell on top of such a barrier, they would naturally be able to detect it.

What appeared in front of the little boy was a middle-aged sword cultivator from the Hanging Courtyard with a long sword on his back.

Such a sword cultivator may have been teaching human students in Huangliang last year, but in the one thousand and four years when the story of the human world changed suddenly, it was a negative sword that appeared in such a green mountain.

The robe of the sword cultivator had a bright red azalea color, and the hilt of the sword also had a dried color that tended to black.

Maybe a little bit earlier, when the little boy saw such a sword cultivator, even if it was a Huangliang person, he would sincerely call a senior or a gentleman.

It's just that at this moment, Lu Xiaoer's mind is just thinking very calmly, what kind of blood color does such a sword cultivator have on his body that comes from Lingnan sword cultivation?

So the little boy didn't say anything.

Even if it's just knowing the water realm, it's just a sword in the hands of any sword cultivator, how can it not be sharp?

The sword intent that did not flow into the stream rolled up a bloody fallen leaf - this was a sword that was happy to pick up snow in the sky when he was in the Falling Maple Canyon.

The young man was stunned at the time, and since then he has deeply remembered such a sword, which is not a sword-like sword.

In the green mountains, the bloody fallen leaves flew away in an instant, and Lu Xiaoer hid behind the fallen leaves, and a sword came through the leaves.

Uncle Shi's sword, of course, Lu Xiaoer has seen it and practiced it.

Although it may not be strong, it has its shape, and it naturally has its potential.

However, Mr. Jian Xiu of such a Hanging Courtyard stood there with a frown, did not draw his sword, but turned slightly sideways, let go of Lu Xiaoer's sword, and then looked at the little boy and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?" ”

This sword cultivator of the Hanging Xue Academy, named Zhou Shanyuan, really didn't think that he would see such a young man who was only twelve years old here.

After all, it is not to deceive the young in the world, in the thousand-year-old story of the Gale Dynasty, it is no longer only Huai'an, and so is a academy like Huangliang.

Even if the young man met with an extremely fierce sword, Zhou Shanyuan did not draw the sword, but just avoided the past.

It's just that maybe it was the color of blood on such a sword cultivator's body that aroused some indignation in Lu Xiaoer's heart.

The little boy continued to stab with his sword a little reluctantly.

Zhou Shanyuan frowned, pinched the sword technique, and the sword behind him came out of its sheath on its own, wrapped in sword intent, and faced Lu Xiaoer's Xiwu sword.

can be the master of the sword of the Hanging Xue Academy, although it may not be an upper realm sword cultivator, but the realm naturally cannot be low.

The sword in the little boy's hand was slashed away by the sword of sword intent, and fell into the weeds of the mountains and forests not far away.

Zhou Shanyuan, who thought that the little boy would stop there, was about to put away his sword, but found that the little sword cultivator, who had already known water at a young age and could be regarded as talented, hurriedly retreated after the sword in his hand was cut off, but he was running the sword intent very seriously, as if he was chanting something softly.

What's he doing?

Zhou Shanyuan showed an extremely suspicious look.

It was just that the next moment, this Hanging Courtyard Sword Cultivator's eyes suddenly widened and looked back in the direction of Lingnan.

In those heavenly firmaments full of bloody sword light, there were several swords like water.

A certain uncle under the umbrella of the young boy may not know how many swords of the Tianya Sword Sect.

But Lu Xiaoer will get a lot.

For example, if you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky.

In a certain sense, the name of the sword cannot represent the style of sword intent on such a sword.

When Lin Shen saw a deer, he didn't hear the bell at noon.

Nature is calm and peaceful.

And the sword that you don't see naturally means very differently.

Those sword lights came extremely quickly.

Zhou Shanyuan only turned around and saw those sword lights, those swords with the sword intent that broke through the lake, but they had already suddenly approached the green mountains outside this mountain and moon city.

Zhou Shanyuan faced such a number of swords, naturally he couldn't calm down, pinched the sword trick, and the long sword traveled around his body, turning into an obstacle of sword intent.

Fortunately, the realm of the little boy is indeed very low.

Even if Lu Xiaoer was only in the Enlightenment Realm, those swords from the Sword Lake were enough to make such a Hanging Courtyard Sword Cultivator suffer some hardships.

It's a pity that Lu Xiaoer only knows the water realm.

Stop at summoning the sword and not resisting the sword.

Those swords that crossed the Lingnan Mountains and Moons intersected with Zhou Shanyuan's wandering sword, and the sword fire burst out, except for some sword intent when it broke through the lake, and shattered some of the corners of this Hanging Yuan Gentleman's clothes, it did not bring more serious and substantial damage.

Zhou Shanyuan raised his hand to hold the sword and slashed out the last fallen sword, only then did he turn around and look at the pale young man with a complicated expression.

Of course, Lu Xiaoer tried those swords of the imperial envoy, but his sword intent and vitality did not support such a young man to control those swords.

The green mountains and forests finally fell silent.

Those sword lake swords were scattered around the sword cultivation of that Hanging Courtyard Sword.

Zhou Shanyuan looked at Lu Xiaoer, who was gasping slightly, for a long time before he said softly: "It turns out that you are a Lingnan sword cultivator. ”

Lu Xiaoer gasped for a while, raised his hand and recalled the Xiwu Sword that had fallen into the distance with sword intent, stood in the blood-colored town of the mountains and forests, and said calmly: "Yes." ”

There was some blood on the boy's face, especially at the corners of his eyebrows, which had been injured when he had jumped from the barrier.

That kind of color, although it will not make the young man's upright and delicate eyebrows and eyes become a little ugly, but it also has a very sharp look.

Lu Xiaoer held the sword and walked towards Mr. Hanging Xue Yuan again, whose corner of his clothes had been cut off by the sword intent.

The latter stood there frowning, and said in a deep voice, "Do you know that you are looking for death? ”

Even if you don't deceive the young in the world, it won't be an infinite degree of non-deception.

In the face of an unfriendly young man with a sword, how much the world can tolerate depends on their own attitude.

Lu Xiaoer laughed softly, just like when he was by the Nanyi River, his hands were wrapped like zongzi, but he still walked out from behind those uncles, holding his sword and confronting the sword cultivators of the Human Sword Sect.

The little boy smiled very seriously, so he said it very sincerely.

"Do you know you're looking for death?"

Mr. Jian Xiu of the Hanging Courtyard fell silent.

The declaration of war on Kamigawa and Huai'an is naturally an act of seeking death.

Of course he does.

So of course, that little boy also knew that drawing his sword and cultivating the sword to this small Dao realm was also looking for death.

It's just that life and death are big things, and sometimes they are small things.

Zhou Shanyuan didn't speak, but the little boy continued: "Lingnan sword cultivation has been killed by you, is there still me left?" ”

Zhou Shanyuan's sword traveled around his body, but there was no trend towards the little boy.

Such a sword cultivator didn't say anything sorry to the little boy.

The Lingnan Sword Sect wants to serve as a barrier to Huai'an and defend this world.

But of course, the Hanging House also has its own position.

So at the end of the day, what exactly is the problem?

......

"The theft of the arm bone in the Hanging Courtyard is inseparable from Xie Cangsheng."

When the little boy went all the way south, such a white-clothed scholar also returned to Nanyi City.

The old scholar and the young scholar with the wine jug stood together in such an apricot blossom forest, quietly looking at this forest, which was the favorite of a Taoist who was called Mr. Xie at the beginning.

Yun Hu silently looked at the branches that had long since withered and were full of small yellow-red fruits.

Of course, he was not ignorant of what the prime minister said.

"When Mr. May told me about these things, I had already guessed it."

Yun Hu didn't know how to say softly.

"Of course, only the people in the Hanging Courtyard know better."

Although the prime minister had always suspected that the theft of the arm bone had nothing to do with the people of the academy, it was probably not that anyone associated these things with such a Taoist who was far away in Nanyi City and watched the apricot blossoms.

The scholar was silent for a long time as he spoke, then looked at his teacher and said softly: "So speaking of which, in fact, everything is the fault of the Hanging Academy?" ”

Qing Xiang took the pot of newly bought wine, brought it to his lips, took a sip calmly, and said lightly: "There is no wind and rain that can be brought to the world by a certain person or a certain place. ”

The meaning of such a sentence is naturally very clear.

The chaos in the world, the whole world is at fault.

It's not just the Hanging Courtyard, it's not just the Qingtian Dao, it's not just the Human Sword Sect and a certain northern majesty.

Even though none of them look like some kind of vicious villain.

But it's not just the wicked who do evil.

Those who feel that they are worthy of their conscience will do the same.

This is probably the reason why the prime minister and Wang Xiaoer, the shopkeeper of the East China Sea Noodle Restaurant, said that the so-called everything is actually different from the truth.

It is impossible for the human world to be truly one and the same.

You have wine diccle.

He is short-sighted.

You love to drink.

He loves tea.

Everything from the most fundamental thing has demonstrated the inseparable nature of this world.

So the grievances are intertwined, and the contradictions are stimulated.

In the end, it evolved from thousands of tiny microcurrents into a huge river of broken embankments.

After drinking wine for a long time, Prime Minister turned his head to look at the north, and said calmly: "If Kamigawa hadn't accepted that arm bone at the beginning, how could the world have come to such a situation?" ”

Yun Hu stood there silently.

Of course it is.

If Cong Blade hadn't left Nanyi City, nothing would have happened.

If Cong Blade hadn't died in the East China Sea, the South wouldn't have completely lost control.

Such a sword cultivator sleeping in the garden of the Sword Sect is of course more than sleeping.

That was an extremely important factor in the stability of the South.

The prime minister didn't say anything more, turned around and walked out of the apricot forest.

"Where's the goddess?"

The young scholar whispered, "Meditation in the lake." ”

So the old scholar who was drinking wine walked through the lonely sermon creek and walked towards the magnolia forest.

When Qing Xiang passed through the end of that path, he was subconsciously silent for a long time.

In the final analysis, although Qing Xiang is a big demon and a person of Huangliang, it is just that he does not cultivate witches and ghosts, and he cultivates the Northern Avenue.

Such a contemplative lake connected to the River Styx, such a strong power of the River Styx, naturally made such a scholar have some uncomfortable feelings.

Yao Ji stood quietly by the shore of the meditation lake with an umbrella.

Just like the name of such a large lake in the courtyard.

Meditation and meditation are also meditations.

It's just that for such gods and ghosts from ancient sacrifices, they probably don't need to cultivate, but absorb.

Qing Xiang stood in the magnolia forest, quietly looking at the tracks of divine power from the River Styx, and at the end of those tracks, it was naturally Yao Ji.

"I didn't get to see Qinglian senior."

The scholar took a big sip of wine, looked at the back of the woman under the umbrella by the lake, and said softly.

Yao Ji glanced back at Qing Xiang, not surprised, and said in a gentle tone: "I told you at the beginning that this is impossible. Two thousand years ago, people in the world would think about the separation of man and God, let alone today's era. ”

The goddess looked back at herself in the lake.

"Instead of persuading those sword cultivators to accept the gods and ghosts, you should persuade me to give up my obsession."

The prime minister was silent for a while, and then said softly: "This is probably impossible. ”

Yao Ji said calmly: "So why do you have to run around? The momentum of the world is irreversible, and in the end, it is just the world. ”

The prime minister smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "I always thought I was here. ”

Yao Ji said softly: "Why is this the case? ”

The prime minister sighed and didn't say anything more, just stood there and gulped his wine.

It took a long time before the scholar said slowly: "The gods and ghosts of heaven and earth are gone, and all the powers of the Styx are here, and the goddess should not be far from the position of the god." ”

Yao Ji asked noncommittally, "What are you talking about this?" ”

The scholar is very sincere.

"The prime minister and the goddess are now in the same boat."

The scholar turned his head to look north.

"Kamigawa has returned to Huaidu, and although there is no movement in the world now, in fact, everyone understands that the world is just waiting for a result."

"If the goddess wins that senior, the world will be all over the world, and everything will be said from the beginning."

"If the goddess falls here, Kamigawa will come with a master, and there will be no place for the prime minister to die."

Yao Ji listened to Qing Xiang's words, but only said lightly: "Even if I win, the affairs of the world are still not known." ”

Prime Minister's gaze fell on Yao Ji's umbrella.

There is a young man in the world, who is also extremely long, holding an umbrella.

Yao Ji also looked at the umbrella in her hand and said softly, "Are you curious about the origin of such an umbrella?" ”

The prime minister was silent for a while, and said slowly: "That's true. ”

Such an ancient Chu god and ghost who had recovered from the River Styx did not say anything, but calmly released the umbrella.

Thereupon.

So the wind and snow in the world.

Qing Xiang was silent for a long time in the extremely familiar chill.

Yao Ji re-grasped the umbrella, looked down at the Jingsi Lake that was connected to the River Styx, and said lightly: "This is a small section from the town of Styx, when a certain sword grinding cliff master in your world was sent to the sword intent used by the River Styx to suppress the water of the River Styx. ”

The prime minister just drank there in silence and didn't think about anything.

Yao Ji didn't know what she remembered, and said softly: "Speaking of which, I have watched the world today for so long, and I have to admit that everything is not what it used to be, even if it is a weak world, after the accumulation of a certain story, it may not be impossible to have the power to step on the sky." ”

"Tianyan Machine, Chaos Machine, so much so that a certain Great Yi Bow."

Qing Xiang didn't know how Yao Ji knew these things, but probably for such a god and ghost, many people have things in the world, and it is really difficult to be a secret.

"But in the world under the River Styx, I have seen another very brilliant civilization. This is precisely what the human world on the Styx lacks and ignores, and it is even mentioned in your human world's "Supplement to the Human World". ”

Qing Xiang frowned and looked at Yao Ji, and said in a deep voice, "What is that?" ”

Yao Ji said softly, "Have you ever had an umbrella on a thunderstorm?" ”

The prime minister was a little puzzled.

Yao Ji didn't say anything to Qing Xiang, just stood in the vast divine power and quietly looked at the world.

"When you understand such a sentence, you will understand the story under such an umbrella in the future."

Qing Xiang was silent for a long time and said, "I will hand over such a question to Mr. of the Academy of Mathematics and Physics." Just ......"

Yaoji lowered her head, took over the words of the prime minister, and said softly: "It's just that you don't understand." ”

"Yes."

Yao Ji said calmly: "There is nothing to be puzzled about, the gods and ghosts are not bent on making the world weak. Since I have come to this world again, I must leave something for this world. I have made it very clear to you all the stories, that is, the word vain, the world does not believe, the world does not want it. ”

This Gu Chu god and ghost looked at the big lake rather lonely.

"I can only force it."

"But the things of the world shall not be forced ......"

When Yao Ji said this, she was silent for a long time, looking down at her little shoes.

"So be it."

This Gu Chu Goddess didn't say anything more.

It's just that when such a sentence falls, such a scholar, who has drunk wine for most of his life, seems to have a lot of drunkenness suddenly coming up.

The goddess standing on the shore of the lake seemed to suddenly become extremely distant, and seemed to be everywhere.

On top of the black floor-length dress, countless ancient ornaments suddenly appeared, like the grass Laneige, and like the rain and dew in the mountains.

The glow of countless gods fell to the world like fluttering butterflies.

The scholar seemed to hear that in such a great place, in all the earthly places that carried the waters of the River Styx, there were many gentle and mysterious songs.

It is the ballad of the ancient Chu rite god.

Archaic tones.

Ode said.

If someone is in the mountains, he will take a woman with a woman......

It is a mountain ghost, and it is also the witch mountain goddess of the witch ghost god cult back then.

The prime minister stood there silently, listening to the songs that seemed to have come from two thousand years ago, and said nothing.

Looking up at the sky, above such a pitch-black yellow mountain range, there is a mighty river Styx.

turned into countless divine powers, and carried out the final baptism for such an ancient Chu god and ghost.

The scholar turned around, raised his head and drank his wine, and left the place very freely.

Knowing that you can't do it, of course, it's not just sword cultivation.

Scholars, gods and ghosts, Taoists, teenagers, and people of the world.

All over the world, it is better than that.